Slut Princess Novels & Stories

She even explained how the Slums rejuvenation project helped her family into gaining employment with the hotel they are staying in, giving her a better position as a cook for the day time and better hours to be with her kids. “Allison… I mean Princess Allisara is a godsend. She is a Princess by the people, for the people.” Beatrice ends, wiping tears from her eyes. “You called her Allison, why is that?” The reporter asks, her blue eyes filled with confusion. “Because that was the name the Princess went by in the Slums. She told everyone that that was the name told to her by a Doctor after she lost her memories. Everyone knew she was an amnesiac; she never hid it.” Beatrice answers with a wis

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

“Open your eyes and own up to the fucking slut that you are.” Her eyes opened, but right now, she was thrashing back and forth, jumping roughly on his cock till she finally spilled all her cum on his cock. Her pussy became wetter now, giving Alex more access to fuck her pussy. The wet sound of his hard cock slipping in and out of her tight, wet pussy filled the air, and the next thing, his breath turned heavy and his thighs began to shake roughly. “Urgghhh!!! Fuck!!!! Princess… Ummm...”

“Life has been hard in Switzerland. I didn’t have enough money to pursue my art. Then I learn that my father wasn’t my real father. My real father has been in jail because of his involvement in the mob. I had to quit school. And because of that I came to know my boss. Since then I had been used as a tool.” Right, he travels the world as a musician. It would be easier for him to get jobs done without raising suspicion. “My boss doesn’t have that much ambition. He’s content of how he runs our clan in Switzerland. Until I met Luciano. He plans to take over New York. And he can’t do that with the Russians controlling the business.” “You already knew who I was even before we met?” I asked him, al

Her hunger is not meshing well with her sadness. "Now I feel even more useless," she whispered. "Is this all that I can do with my life? Really? As a princess, all I can do is be pretty, sit back, and pretend that I am prim and proper. All I can do is become a part of the selection process for a man. Great, what a huge contribution." "If you are that mad about it, why are you here?" Seri jolted up as she heard the voice. A tall shadow appeared from her room's balcony; it was the prince, casually standing outside her door.

She was trending on the site’s front page. Another text. D:* The Spoiled Princess is a smash hit. You performed perfectly. Clean yourself up. I’m sending a car at midnight. I wish to taste my success. Sloane stared at the numbers, then at the message. The taste in her mouth was a mix of champagne, salt from her tears, and something else, something dark and addictive. She had sold a piece of her soul tonight, and the market had paid a fortune for it. As she limped towards the marble shower to wash away the evidence of her triumph, she knew the persona was no longer just an act.

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

My mouth drops as my brain registers Omar's Fiancée figure approaching the sink. "Princess Asta is a pleasure to meet you. Omar speaks highly of you." I greet her in a friendly way. "Omar? Is King Drakon Omar Brantley for you! And don't dare to address me, filthy peasant. Know your place." She scuffs, motioning her hands before the water sensor. I was speechless. This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t.